Once Upon a Broken Heart
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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER!
ONCE UPON A BROKEN HEART marks the launch of a new series from Stephanie Garber about love, curses, and the lengths that people will go to for happily ever after
For as long as she can remember, Evangeline Fox has believed in true love and happy endings . . . until she learns that the love of her life will marry another.
Desperate to stop the wedding and to heal her wounded heart, Evangeline strikes a deal with the charismatic, but wicked, Prince of Hearts. In exchange for his help, he asks for three kisses, to be given at the time and place of his choosing.
But after Evangeline’s first promised kiss, she learns that bargaining with an immortal is a dangerous game — and that the Prince of Hearts wants far more from her than she’d pledged. He has plans for Evangeline, plans that will either end in the greatest happily ever after, or the most exquisite tragedy.
Also by Stephanie Garber:
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Stephanie Garber
Stephanie Garber is the #1 New York Times and internationally bestselling author of Once Upon a Broken Heart, The Ballad of Never After, and the Caraval trilogy. Her books have been translated into thirty languages.
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Reviews for Once Upon a Broken Heart
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book was phenomenal! I was sure I would love it, but I was not expecting to be so enraptured by it. I have not read anything by Stephanie Garber yet (I know, I'm disappointed in myself too) but after reading this book, I know her other works will be just as fabulous as this, if not more so.
Anyway, I liked how Stephanie wrote this story; it felt as if she were going from one story to the next when each plot point was passed. Evangeline's character went through so many changes throughout this story, but it was done so well that it felt completely natural. Her own motto of stories having multiple different endings definitely shined through for her own story. Jacks's character, too, also went through multiple changes, both physically and emotionally. It was interesting to see how his presence intensified throughout the story, emphasizing the fact that he is not the main focus, but he certainly helps Evangeline gain the spotlight (even when she doesn't want it).
I'm extremely sad that I must wait till next September to read the second book, but I suppose I'll just have to grin and bear it for now. I'm excited to see where Stephanie takes Evangeline and Jacks's story; hopefully it has a happy ending. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Evangeline Fox is a young woman in love with Luc, she truly feels that he loves her too until the day she comes to discover that he is to wed her step-sister. In order to stop this from happening, Evangeline makes a deal with the Prince of Hearts, more commonly known as Jacks. Jacks never agrees to help unless there is something in it for him. She asks Jacks to stop the wedding but when she disagrees with his way of granting her wish, she drinks a potion to turn her into stone as opposed to the wedding party. When she is saved, she is the area's newest hero.
Her title of hero catches the eye of the royal head of the country, she is asked to go to the North as a representative at the Nocte Neverending Festival, This festival begins on the first night of Winter and does not end until the prince has selected a wife. Evangeline sees this as a way to move her life forward and possibly have her happy ever after. By the second night, her life has changed and she must figure out what is going on and how to get everything back to how it should be.
Stephanie Garber is a wonder at storytelling. She develops such rich characters and lands that one cannot help but get pulled in. While this is not a continuation of the Caraval series it does have some of the same characters with a host of new ones. If you are looking to lose yourself in a great story in a land you'll never forget then this is the fantasy that you want to read. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5"Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people."I actually only read the Caraval series because I wanted to read this book (and understand the references/characters). While I really liked the Caraval series (and Jacks), this book started out interesting and had a similar feel as the Caraval series, but it ended on a cliff hanger and left me with quite a few questions. SIGH. Now I wait for book 2.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Series Info/Source: This is the first book in the Once Upon a Broken Heart series by Garber. This book takes place in the same world as the Caraval series. I borrowed this as an ebook from my library. Thoughts: I absolutely adored the Caraval series and was so excited to read another series set in that world. I ended up absolutely loving this book, it met all of my expectations!Evangeline Fox is heart broken when the man she believes to be her true love becomes engaged to her sister. She decides to strike a bargain with Jacks, the Prince of Hearts (also one of the Fates). He will help stop her sister’s wedding if she will give three kisses away at the time and to the people of his choosing. Things get complicated when Evangeline is invited to a festival in the North where the Northern prince chooses his bride.This is just as beautifully written as Caraval was. The description and settings are absolutely magical and they really come alive for the reader. The characters are all deliciously gray in their morals. Evangeline makes a selfish deal but is not a bad person at heart and spends much of the rest of the book trying to make up for it. Jacks is just as amazing as he was in the first series and I loved getting to know him (and some of the other Fates) better.This book is full of magic and wonder, deceit and sacrifice, darkness and kindness. It is an amazing read and Garber’s writing style is unique and completely her own and I love it!My Summary (5/5): Overall I absolutely loved this book and am excited to see where this series goes. I love the magical, decadent, and darkly mysterious world of the Fates. I would highly recommend this if you read and enjoyed Caraval; although I don’t think you need to read the Caraval series to enjoy this book (you do get some background on Jacks in the Caraval series though). I would also recommend this if you enjoy darkly glittering fantasies that explore the idea of true love, magical kisses, and twisting magic.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Evangeline sought the Fate of Hearts to strike a deal; to stop a wedding in exchange for three kisses. After receiving instructions regarding the first kiss, Evangeline discovered that her pledge was more elaborate than anticipated. The Fate of Hearts has a different agenda and Evangeline may be the key to fulfilling his mission. Once Upon a Broken Heart starts off strong; mid scene with Evangeline seeking the Fate of Hearts. Stephanie incorporates a subplot with a prophecy that keeps the reader engaged. Sadly, there is minimal character development. It is a quick easy comfort read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I wasn’t certain what to expect with Stephanie Garber’s Once Upon a Broken Heart. I loved the Caraval series and was happy with how she ended that story. So I didn’t know if I wanted to read more about any of the characters. Still, what I got more than exceeded my expectations.Steamy and twisty, Once Upon a Broken Heart is everything I loved about the Caraval world and more. This time, we get to learn more about everyone’s favorite heartbreaker, Jacks. His origin story is one of the more tragic within Caraval, so I was looking forward to learning more about him and see him interact with more than just the sisters.In one of the only issues I have with the story, Once Upon a Broken Heart spends more focus on a new heroine than on Jacks. While Evangaline is a perfectly fine heroine, she is a little too nice. In fact, I received clear Cinderella vibes with her nasty stepmother, dead father, the questionable stepsister, and the many, many sacrifices Evangaline makes for her family. Personally, I would like to see Evangaline driven by more than a need for love, but I still enjoyed her story.That doesn’t mean I don’t want more Jacks. If this is Jacks’ story, as Ms. Garber said on social media, then I want more of him. His scenes were so much fun. Mysterious, sexy, alluring – they were everything I hoped they would be. Because of that, I cannot wait to see how his story ends.
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Once Upon a Broken Heart - Stephanie Garber
PART I
The Tale of Evangeline Fox
1
The Whisper Gazette
WHERE WILL THE BROKENHEARTED PRAY NOW?
By Kutlass Knightlinger
The door to the Prince of Hearts’ church has disappeared. Painted the deep bloodred of broken hearts, the iconic entry simply vanished from one of the Temple District’s most visited churches sometime during the night, leaving behind an impenetrable marble wall. It’s now impossible for anyone to enter the church—
Evangeline shoved the two-week-old newsprint into the pocket of her flowered skirt. The door at the end of this decrepit alley was barely taller than she was, and hidden behind a rusted metal grate instead of covered in beautiful bloodred paint, but she would have bet her father’s curiosity shop that this was the missing door.
Nothing in the Temple District was this unattractive. Every entry here was carved panels, decorative architraves, glass awnings, and gilded keyholes. Her father had been a man of faith, but he used to say that the churches here were like vampires—they weren’t meant for worship, they were designed to entice and entrap. But this door was different. This door was just a rough block of wood with a missing handle and chipped white paint.
This door did not want to be found.
Yet it couldn’t hide what it truly was from Evangeline.
The jagged shape of it was unmistakable. One side was a sloping curve, the other a serrated slash, forming one half of a broken heart—a symbol of the Fated Prince of Hearts.
Finally.
If hope were a pair of wings, Evangeline’s were stretching out behind her, eager to take flight again. After two weeks of searching the city of Valenda, she’d found it.
When the gossip sheet in her pocket had first announced that the door from the Prince of Hearts’ church had gone missing, few imagined it was magic. It was the scandal sheet’s first article, and people said it was part of a hoax to sell subscriptions. Doors didn’t simply disappear.
But Evangeline believed that they could. The story hadn’t felt like a gimmick to her; it had felt like a sign, telling her where to search if she was going to save her heart and the boy that it belonged to.
She might not have seen much evidence of magic outside of the oddities in her father’s curiosity shop, but she had faith it existed. Her father, Maximilian, had always spoken of magic as if it were real. And her mother had been from the Magnificent North, where there was no difference between fairytales and history. All stories are made of both truths and lies, she used to say. What matters is the way that we believe in them.
And Evangeline had a gift when it came to believing in things that others considered myths—like the immortal Fates.
She opened the metal grate. The door itself didn’t have a handle, forcing her to wedge her fingers into the tiny space between its jagged edge and the dirty stone wall.
The door pinched her fingers, drawing a drop of blood, and she swore she heard its splintered voice say, Do you know what you’re about to step into? Nothing but heartbreak will come from this.
But Evangeline’s heart was already broken. And she understood the risks she was taking. She knew the rules for visiting Fated churches:
Always promise less than you can give, for Fates always take more.
Do not make bargains with more than one Fate.
And, above all, never fall in love with a Fate.
There were sixteen immortal Fates, and they were jealous and possessive beings. Before they’d vanished centuries ago, it was said they ruled over part of the world with magic that was as malevolent as it was marvelous. They never broke a bargain, although they often hurt the people they helped. Yet most people—even if they believed the Fates were merely myths—became desperate enough to pray to them at some point.
Evangeline had always been curious about their churches, but she’d known enough about the mercurial nature of Fates and Fated bargains to avoid seeking their places of worship. Until two weeks ago, when she’d become one of those desperate people the stories always cautioned about.
Please,
she whispered to the heart-shaped door, filling her voice with the wild and battered hope that had led her here. I know you’re a clever little thing. But you allowed me to find you. Let me in.
She gave the wood a final tug.
This time, the door opened.
Evangeline’s heart raced as she took her first step. During her search for the missing door, she’d read that the Prince of Hearts’ church held a different aroma for everyone who visited. It was supposed to smell like a person’s greatest heartbreak.
But as Evangeline entered the cool cathedral, the air did not remind her of Luc—there were no hints of suede or vetiver. The dim mouth of the church was slightly sweet and metallic: apples and blood.
Gooseflesh covered her arms. This was not reminiscent of the boy she loved. The account she’d read must have been wrong. But she didn’t turn around. She knew Fates weren’t saints or saviors, although she hoped that the Prince of Hearts was more feeling than the others.
Her steps took her deeper inside the cathedral. Everything was shockingly white. White carpets, white candles, white prayer pews of white oak, white aspen, and flaky white birch.
Evangeline passed row after row of mismatched white benches. They might have been handsome once, but now many had missing legs, while others had mutilated cushions or benches that had been broken in half.
Broken.
Broken.
Broken.
No wonder the door hadn’t wanted to let her enter. Perhaps this church wasn’t sinister, it was sad—
A rough rip shattered the church’s silence.
Evangeline spun around and choked back a gasp.
Several rows behind her, in a shadowed corner, a young man appeared to be in mourning or performing some act of penance. Wild locks of golden hair hung across his face as his head bowed and his fingers tore at the sleeves of his burgundy topcoat.
Her heart felt a pang as she watched him. She was tempted to ask if he needed help. But he’d probably chosen the corner to go unnoticed.
And she didn’t have much time left.
There were no clocks inside the church, but Evangeline swore she heard the tick of a second hand, working at erasing the precious minutes she had until Luc’s wedding.
She hurried down the nave to the apse, where the fractured rows of benches ceased and a gleaming marble dais rose before her. The platform was pristine, lit by a wall of beeswax candles and surrounded by four fluted columns, guarding a larger-than-life statue of the Fated Prince of Hearts.
The back of her neck prickled.
Evangeline knew what he was supposed to look like. Decks of Destiny, which used Fated images to tell fortunes, had recently become a popular item in her father’s curiosity shop. The Prince of Hearts’ card represented unrequited love, and it always depicted the Fate as tragically handsome, with vivid blue eyes crying tears that matched the blood forever staining the corner of his sulky mouth.
There were no bloody tears on this glowing statue. But its face did possess a ruthless kind of beauty, the sort Evangeline would have expected from a demigod that had the ability to kill with his kiss. The prince’s marble lips twisted into a perfect smirk that should have looked cold and hard and sharp, but there was a hint of softness to his slightly fuller lower lip—it pouted out like a deadly invitation.
According to the myths, the Prince of Hearts was not capable of love because his heart had stopped beating long ago. Only one person could make it work again: his one true love. They said his kiss was fatal to all but her—his only weakness—and as he’d sought her, he’d left a trail of corpses.
Evangeline couldn’t imagine a more tragic existence. If one Fate were to have sympathy for her situation, it would be the Prince of Hearts.
Her gaze found his elegant marble fingers clasping a dagger the size of her forearm. The blade pointed down toward a stone offering basin balanced on a burner, just above a low circle of dancing white flames. The words Blood for a Prayer were carved into its side.
Evangeline took a deep breath.
This was what she’d come here for.
She pressed her finger to the tip of the blade. Sharp marble pierced her skin, and drop after drop of blood fell, sizzling and hissing, filling the air with more metal and sweet.
A part of her hoped this tithe might conjure up some sort of magical display. That the statue would come to life, or the Prince of Hearts’ voice would fill the church. But nothing moved save for the flames on the wall of candles. She couldn’t even hear the anguished young man in the back of the church. It was just her and the statue.
Dear—Prince,
she started haltingly. She’d never prayed to a Fate, and she didn’t want to get it wrong. I’m here because my parents are dead.
Evangeline cringed. That was not how she was supposed to start.
"What I meant to say was, my parents have both passed away. I lost my mother a couple of years ago. Then I lost my father last season. Now I’m about to lose the boy that I love.
Luc Navarro—
Her throat closed as she said the name and pictured his crooked smile. Maybe if he’d been plainer, or poorer, or crueler, none of this would have happened. We’ve been seeing each other in secret. I was supposed to be in mourning for my father. Then, a little over two weeks ago, on the day that Luc and I were going to tell our families we were in love, my stepsister, Marisol, announced that she and Luc were getting married.
Evangeline paused to close her eyes. This part still made her head spin. Quick engagements weren’t uncommon. Marisol was pretty, and although she was reserved, she was also kind—so much kinder than Evangeline’s stepmother, Agnes. But Evangeline had never even seen Luc in the same room as Marisol.
I know how this sounds, but Luc loves me. I believe he’s been cursed. He hasn’t spoken to me since the engagement was announced—he won’t even see me. I don’t know how she did it, but I’m certain this is all my stepmother’s doing.
Evangeline didn’t actually have any proof that Agnes was a witch and she’d cast a curse on Luc. But Evangeline was certain her stepmother had learned of Evangeline’s relationship with Luc and she’d wanted Luc, and the title he’d someday inherit, for her daughter instead.
Agnes has resented me ever since my father died. I’ve tried talking to Marisol about Luc. Unlike my stepmother, I don’t think Marisol would ever intentionally hurt me. But every time I try to open my mouth, the words won’t come out, as if they’re also cursed or I’m cursed. So I’m here, begging for your help. The wedding is today, and I need you to stop it.
Evangeline opened her eyes.
The lifeless statue hadn’t changed. She knew statues didn’t generally move. Yet she couldn’t help but think that it should have done something—shifted or spoken or moved its marble eyes. Please, I know you understand heartbreak. Stop Luc from marrying Marisol. Save my heart from breaking again.
Now, that was a pathetic speech.
Two slow claps followed the indolent voice, which sounded just a few feet away.
Evangeline spun around, all the blood draining from her face. She didn’t expect to see him—the young man who’d been tearing his clothes in the back of the church. Although it was difficult to believe this was the same person. She had thought that boy was in agony, but he must have ripped away his pain along with the sleeves of his jacket, which now hung in tatters over a striped black-and-white shirt that was only halfway tucked into his breeches.
He sat on the dais steps, lazily leaning against one of the pillars with his long, lean legs stretched out before him. His hair was golden and messy, his too-bright blue eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth twitched at the corner as if he didn’t enjoy much, but he found pleasure in the brief bit of pain he’d just inflicted upon her. He looked bored and rich and cruel.
Would you like me to stand up and turn around so that you can take in the rest of me?
he taunted.
The color instantly returned to Evangeline’s cheeks. We’re in a church.
What does that have to do with anything?
In one elegant move, the young man reached into the inner pocket of his ripped burgundy coat, pulled out a pure white apple, and took one bite. Dark red juice dripped from the fruit to his long, pale fingers and then onto the pristine marble steps.
Don’t do that!
Evangeline hadn’t meant to yell. Although she wasn’t shy with strangers, she generally avoided quarrelling with them. But she couldn’t seem to help it with this crass young man. You’re being disrespectful.
And you’re praying to an immortal who kills every girl he kisses. You really think he deserves any reverence?
The awful young man punctuated his words with another wide bite of his apple.
She tried to ignore him. She really did. But it was like some terrible magic had taken hold of her. Rather than marching off, Evangeline imagined the stranger taking her lips instead of his snack and kissing her with his fruit-sweet mouth until she died in his arms.
No. It couldn’t be …
You’re staring again,
he purred.
Evangeline immediately looked away, turning back to the marble carving. Minutes ago, its lips alone had made her heart race, but now it just seemed like an ordinary statue, lifeless compared to this vicious young man.
Personally, I think I’m far more handsome.
Suddenly, the young man stood right beside her.
Butterflies fluttered to life inside Evangeline’s stomach. Scared ones. All frantic wings and too-fast beats, warning her to get out of there, to run, to flee. But she couldn’t look away.
This close, he was undeniably attractive, and taller than she’d realized. He gave her a real smile, revealing a pair of dimples that briefly made him look more angel than devil. But she imagined even angels would need to beware of him. She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.
It’s you,
she whispered. You’re the Prince of Hearts.
2
The Prince of Hearts took a final bite of his apple before it dropped to the floor and spattered everything with red. People who don’t like me call me Jacks.
Evangeline wanted to say that she didn’t dislike him, that he’d always been her favorite Fate. But this was not the lovesick Prince of Hearts she’d imagined. Jacks didn’t look like heartbreak come to life.
Was this all a nasty joke? The Fates had supposedly disappeared from the world centuries ago. Yet everything Jacks wore—from his untied cravat to his tall leather boots—were of the latest fashion.
Her eyes darted around the white church as if Luc’s friends might jump out at any moment to have a laugh. Luc was the only son of a gentleman, and though he never acted as if that mattered with Evangeline, the young men he kept company with considered her beneath them. Evangeline’s father had owned several shops across Valenda, so she’d never been poor. But she wasn’t from the upper tier of society like Luc.
If you’re searching for the way out because you’ve come to your senses, I won’t stop you.
Jacks folded his hands behind his golden head, leaned back against the statue of himself, and grinned.
Her stomach dipped in warning, telling her not to be deceived by his dimpled smile or the torn clothes. This was the most dangerous being she’d ever met.
Evangeline didn’t imagine he would kill her—she would never be foolish enough to let the Prince of Hearts kiss her. But she knew that if she stayed and made a deal with Jacks, he would forever destroy some other part of her. And yet, if she left, there would be no saving Luc.
What will your help cost me?
Did I say I would help you?
His eyes went to the cream ribbons trailing up from her shoes to wrap around her ankles until they disappeared under the hem of her eyelet dress. It was one of her mother’s old gowns, covered in a stitched pattern of pale purple thistles, tiny yellow flowers, and little foxes.
The corner of Jacks’s mouth twisted distastefully and stayed that way as his gaze continued up to the ringlets of hair she’d carefully curled with hot tongs that morning.
Evangeline tried not to feel insulted. From the brief experience she had with this Fate, she didn’t imagine most things found his approval.
What color is that?
He waved vaguely toward her curls.
It’s rose gold,
she answered brightly. Evangeline never let anyone make her feel bad about her unusual hair. Her stepmother was always trying to get her to color it brown. But Evangeline’s hair, with its waves of soft pink streaked through with pale gold, was the thing she liked best about her appearance.
Jacks cocked his head to the side, still observing her with a scowl. Were you born in the Meridian Empire or in the North?
Why does that matter?
Call it curiosity.
Evangeline resisted the urge to return his scowl. Normally, she loved answering this question. Her father, who’d liked to make Evangeline feel as if her whole life were a fairytale, had always teased that he’d found her packed up in a crate along with other oddities that had been delivered to his shop—that’s why her hair was pixie pink, he’d always said. And her mother had always nodded with a wink.
She missed the way her mother winked and her father teased. She missed everything about them, but she didn’t want to share any of their pieces with Jacks.
She managed a shrug instead of a verbal reply.
Jacks’s brows slashed down. You don’t know where you were born?
Is it a requirement to get your help?
He looked her over again, eyes lingering on her lips this time. Yet he didn’t regard her as if he wanted to kiss her. His appraisal was too clinical. He looked at her mouth the way someone might study wares in one of her father’s shops, as if her lips were a thing that could be purchased—a thing that could belong to him.
How many people have you kissed?
he asked.
A tiny bolt of heat struck Evangeline’s neck. She’d worked in her father’s curiosity shop since she was twelve. She hadn’t exactly been raised like a proper young lady; she wasn’t like her stepsister, who was taught to always keep three feet away from a gentleman and to never talk about anything more controversial than the weather. Her parents had encouraged Evangeline to be curious and adventurous and friendly, but she wasn’t bold in every way. Certain things made her nervous, and the way the Prince of Hearts kept staring at her mouth was one of those things. I’ve only kissed Luc.
That is pathetic.
Luc is the only person I want to kiss.
Jacks scratched his sharp jaw, looking doubtful. I’m almost tempted to believe you.
Why would I lie?
Everyone lies—people think I’m more likely to help if they’re after something noble like true love.
A hint of derision crept into his voice, chipping away a little more at the Prince of Hearts she’d imagined. But even if you do really love this boy, you’re better off without him. If he loved you back, he wouldn’t be marrying someone else. End of story.
You’re wrong.
Her voice held the same conviction as her heart. Evangeline had questioned her relationship with Luc after his abrupt engagement to Marisol, but the question was always answered with months of meaningful memories. The night Evangeline’s father had died—the night her heart wouldn’t stop pounding or hurting—Luc had found her wandering the aisles of the curiosity shop, looking for a cure for broken hearts. Her cheeks had been tear-stained, and her eyes were red. She feared her crying would scare him away, but instead he’d pulled her into his arms and said, "I don’t know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it’s already yours."
She’d known she loved him for a while, but that was when she knew Luc loved her. His words might have been borrowed from a popular story, but he backed them up with heartfelt actions. He’d helped her hold her heart together that night, and so many of the nights that followed. And now she was determined to help him. Proposals and engagements didn’t always mean love, but she knew that moments like the ones she’d shared with Luc did.
He had to be cursed. As extreme or as silly as it might have made her sound to others, this was the only explanation she could believe. It didn’t make sense that he wouldn’t at least speak to her, or that every time Evangeline tried telling Marisol the truth, she would open her mouth and the words wouldn’t come out.
Please.
Begging wasn’t beneath her. Help me.
I don’t think what you want will help you. But I do appreciate a good lost cause. I’ll stop the wedding in exchange for three kisses.
Jacks’s eyes took on an entertained gleam as they returned to her mouth.
A fresh surge of heat rose to Evangeline’s cheeks. She’d been wrong about him not wanting to kiss her. But if the stories were true, one kiss from him and she’d be dead.
Jacks laughed, harsh and short. "Relax, pet, I don’t wish to kiss you. It would kill you, and then you’d be no use to me. I want you to kiss three others. Who I choose. When I choose."
What sort of kisses? Little pecks … or more?
If you think that counts, maybe you haven’t been kissed.
Jacks shoved off the statue and stalked closer, towering over her once again. It’s not a real kiss if there isn’t any tongue.
The blush she’d been fighting burned hotter until her neck and her cheeks and her lips all caught fire.
Why the hesitation, pet? They’re only kisses.
Jacks sounded as if he were holding back another laugh. Either this Luc is horrible at using his mouth, or you’re afraid to say yes too quickly because you secretly like the idea.
I do not like the idea—
So, your Luc is a hideous kisser?
Luc is an excellent kisser!
How do you know if you have nothing to compare it with? If you end up with Luc, you might even wish that I’d asked you to kiss more than three people.
I don’t want to kiss any strangers—the only person I want is Luc.
Then this should be a small price to pay,
Jacks said flatly.
He was right, but Evangeline couldn’t simply agree. Her father had taught her that Fates didn’t determine one’s future as their name suggested. Instead they opened doors into new futures. But doors opened by Fates didn’t always lead where people expected; instead they often led people to new desperate deals to fix their first bad bargains. It happened in countless stories, and Evangeline didn’t want it to happen in hers.
I don’t want anyone to die,
she said. You can’t stop the wedding by kissing anyone there.
Jacks looked disappointed. Not even your stepsister?
No!
He brought his fingers to his mouth and toyed with his lower lip, covering half of an expression that could have either been irritation or amusement. You’re not really in a position to bargain.
I thought Fates liked bargains,
she challenged.
Only when we make the rules. Still, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll grant you this request. I just want to know one more thing. How did you get the door to let you in?
I asked it politely.
Jacks rubbed the corner of his jaw. That’s all? You didn’t find a key?
I didn’t even see a keyhole,
she answered honestly.
Something like victory glimmered in Jacks’s eyes, then he captured her wrist and brought it up to his cold